At first, Long Nanzhi only sobbed softly, her shoulders trembling slightly, and crystal tears slid down her fair cheeks, wetting her clothes.
As her emotions spiraled out of control, her cries grew louder and turned into sobs, her petite body trembling violently as she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.
Before long, the suppressed emotions completely erupted, turning into loud wailing. The heart-wrenching cries echoed in the empty hall, startling the dust on the roof beams into falling down.
Even the guards passing by outside the door couldn't help but stop and cast surprised glances. Qin Qianluo felt her temples throbbing, her head feeling like it was about to explode, and she was filled with helplessness and confusion.
Hearing the crying, the people around cast strange glances, whispered among themselves, and pointed at each other.
Sensing the awkward atmosphere, the group acted rather unjustly, with some saying they suddenly remembered there was urgent military business to attend to and that any delay would result in court-martial.
Some claimed to be unwell, clutching their stomachs and turning pale, while others pretended to have received orders from their superiors and had to go immediately to carry them out.
They made various excuses and left in a hurry, their steps hurried, as if a flood or ferocious beast was chasing them.
In the blink of an eye, apart from Yao Guang and Feng Qingyun, only Qin Qianluo and Long Nanzhi remained in the spacious hall.
Left with no other choice, Qin Qianluo slowly stepped forward, reached out, and gently stroked Long Nanzhi's head, her movements as tender as if she were handling a fragile treasure.
Her voice was gentle and soothing: "Okay, stop crying, or you'll look like a little kitten."
At the same time, she took out a handkerchief from her waist and carefully wiped away Long Nanzhi's tears and snot, her movements gentle and meticulous, as if afraid of hurting her.
After a long while, Long Nanzhi's emotions finally calmed down, her sobs became quieter, and her shoulders would occasionally tremble slightly.
Her eyes were red and swollen, like ripe peaches, with glistening tears still clinging to her long eyelashes.
Seeing that the time was right, Qin Qianlu leaned down slightly to look Long Nanzhi in the eye, her gaze full of concern.
He asked softly, "You said your master sent you to find me, so who exactly is your master?"
Long Nanzhi was sobbing when a loud hiccup suddenly rang out, startling her so much that her body trembled violently.
Crystalline tears slid down her flushed cheeks, gathered in a string at her chin, and fell to the ground with a "plop".
Her pink nose tip was red, like a cherry touched by frost, and her lips were slightly swollen from sobbing, making her voice heavy with nasal tones.
She said haltingly, "My master is Xin Zimo, the only nine-tailed fairy fox in the Nine Heavens."
Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo suddenly realized what was going on, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past.
Xin Ziming has a slender figure and a light body, like a shooting star twinkling in the night sky.
The nine tails resemble lively ribbons, sometimes stretching and swaying, sometimes curling and wrapping around.
Each one radiates a soft and enchanting light, and the dazzling starlight at the tip of its tail is like a star at dawn, illuminating the entire sky.
Her eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a still pool, holding endless stories; her eyebrows were like the dark green of spring mountains.
Every smile and frown exudes an irresistible charm, as if it can dispel all the gloom in the world.
Recalling the moments she spent with Xin Ziming, Qin Qianlu felt a warm current surge in her heart, and those beautiful memories flooded back like a tide.
However… Qin Qianluo frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, and her gaze unconsciously swept over Long Nanzhi.
The Long Nanzhi before him exuded a unique aura. Unlike the nine-tailed fairy fox, she was neither lively and charming, but rather possessed an innate nobility in her every move.
She carefully chose her words, speaking as gently as possible, even with a hint of reassurance: "Why did your master specifically send you to find me? Besides, are you also from the nine-tailed fox clan?"
In reality, Qin Qianluo was very curious about Long Nanzhi's racial identity.
Looking at the girl's red, swollen eyes, with tears still welling up, she looked as pitiful as a wounded fawn.
Knowing that the dam could burst again at any moment, she swallowed her blunt questions.
After all, if one were to rashly ask "What species are you?", given Long Nanzhi's current sensitive and vulnerable state, it would likely hurt her again.
It could also trigger a new round of sadness and tears, and even cause the slightest bit of trust that has just been built between them to collapse instantly.
Long Nanzhi's eyes were red, like a ripe peach that had been gently squeezed.
Crystalline tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to roll down at any moment and drip onto her beautifully embroidered dragon-patterned dress.
Her voice carried the unique hoarseness and bitterness that comes after crying, as if it had been finely sanded.
Every word was filled with undisguised grievance: "I...I am the youngest dragon in the dragon race, just coming of age, and still clueless about the outside world."
Unexpectedly, his master kicked him down to the mortal realm without saying a word.
Master said, "You have a good-for-nothing by your side. He acts recklessly and has no strategy, always causing a lot of trouble."
She was really worried about you and was afraid you might be in danger, so she sent me to help you.
I was looking forward to showing off my skills, but for some reason, as soon as I arrived in the lower realm, my magic power seemed to be tightly locked by an invisible force.
His whole body was limp and powerless; he couldn't even do the most basic things like concealing his dragon horns or changing the color of his eyes…
As she spoke, her grievances overwhelmed Long Nanzhi once again like a surging tide.
Her shoulders trembled violently, and her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
She began to sob softly again, occasionally letting out a suppressed whimper, her body convulsing with each sob.
Feng Qingyun, who was originally watching the show with a sly smile, was like a cunning little fox, her eyes darting around and a mischievous smile on her lips as she watched the drama unfold with great relish.
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